The excitement of armies comes with the sparseness of the small towns.
Airs of mystery across the expanse show up in crests of desire, as if the stillness along Grandfather's Watchtower dictates the want.
It turns out theHumans like it and, need it, and yet the [continual aggressive modem of update fashion launch activating genetic entities="camouflage"] signals itself as the true well-wisher, whisperer of the need.
As soon as the attachment of prefrontal cortex, with all those muscle memory mechanisms, they begin the search--as if imagination, speculation is hard-wired for the reckless, the unexpected, the feckless few.
They search gene by gene in massive parallels--how to behave in a beehive world. How to celebrate in public on donut-shaped space-time, in private together as funnel-shaped society, voicing opposition to the force of will.
How to start from the self knowledge of local 3D geometrics of familiarity, get a moral lesson from the 4D geometry of space-time, look into a mirror and wonder about the 7D geometrics of possibility.
Yes. It was a hollow beginning, and yet, all this primordial potential comes active simply by processor professors.
Biobots in scramble mode, and now this, a natural willingness.
The high road? Money? Secure residential compounds? No. It's only initiative that counts--logic creating its bigger moments, hugging even the bungling.
Yes, theHumans still come to fight with all this, and yet, their biobots don't need any of it--a life of honor, the show of glory.
It's more than they would want to negotiate.